Running his thumbs in a light caress at the juncture of her thighs, he found her clitoris and began to slowly roll his tongue around it.
Denae’s hips bucked against him, her soft cries turning to shouts of pleasure as he licked and laved at her swollen clit. When she was writhing on the bed, her head thrashing from side to side, he slid a finger inside her.
She came apart with a scream.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Denae was sailing, floating, soaring on a cloud of incomparable bliss.
Radiant, luminous rapture took her.
Brilliant, gleaming euphoria seized her.
White-hot, incandescent ecstasy entranced her.
With her body still in the throes of her climax, she felt Kellan rise over her. She reached for him, needing to feel his weight atop her.
As soon as her hands met his skin, she opened her eyes. His face was breaths from hers, stark with raw, visceral need. She urged him to her and gasped when his cock grazed her swollen, sensitive flesh.
His jaw clenched when the thick head of his arousal found her entrance. Denae’s back arched as he slowly slid inside her, filling her, stretching her. She bit her lip when he pulled out, only to plunge inside her once more—harder, deeper.
She was soon rocking against him, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time. Sweat glistened over their skin as the rhythm increased.
Denae never let go of him. She was descending into a chasm of desire she knew would change her forever. In the middle of the storm was Kellan.
He was all that held her steady, all that kept her anchored.
And she never wanted to relinquish her hold, as unsure and unsteady as it was.
The familiar ache settled low in her stomach, tightening, constricting as the passion built with each thrust of his hips, each plunge of his shaft.
Her legs wrapped around him. One of his hands slid beneath her buttocks and angled her hips higher. As soon as he did, he drove inside her, filling her deeper than before.
Denae cried out from the exquisite feel of him within her, as if she was finally complete, finally whole. Their gazes clashed, held as his hips pumped savagely, relentlessly.
And then he kissed her.
She wound her arms around his neck while his unyielding body filled her again and again, each stroke taking her closer and closer to another climax.
As if knowing she was close, Kellan ended the kiss and looked at her. Denae was unable to look away, even as her body stiffened and the orgasm began.
She shouted his name, her nails digging into his flesh as she was taken higher, swept further than before.
Kellan was enthralled as he watched the pleasure fill her eyes and face, felt her body clamping around his cock. There was no holding back his own climax, not after seeing—and feeling—her peak twice.
He couldn’t look away from her whisky-colored eyes. He was trapped, caught within her beguiling gaze. And he quite liked it.
With his hips pumping rapidly, he gave in to the orgasm, joining Denae as his seed poured inside her. The attraction he’d tried to deny, the need he couldn’t ignore was strengthened, deepened into a thick thread that bound them.
Their breaths were harsh, their bodies pulsing from their shared climax. With limbs still entwined, Kellan pulled out of her and rolled to the side. He was surprised to find he liked—and wanted—her beside him, against him.
*
Denae didn’t know how long she lay on his chest drifting between that curious state of sleep and wakefulness when she felt his cock thicken against the leg she had thrown over him.
She grinned as she leaned up on her elbow to find his eyes open. Denae straddled him, rising up on her knees until her sex hovered over his arousal that jutted upward.
Approval flashed in his celadon eyes. Denae took hold of his large rod, loving the soft skin encased over hard steel. She ran her hands down his length several times while his gaze darkened and desire flared.
She held him and slowly lowered herself onto his shaft until she had taken all of his impressive length. Then she began to rock her hips.
A low, deep moan rumbled from his chest. Never before had she felt such decadence, such hedonism. She was needy, burning for him. All for Kellan.
His large hands massaged her breasts, tweaking her nipples until they were hard and swollen. She rotated her hips, her movements getting faster and faster the more their desire grew.
Suddenly, he sat up and wrapped an arm around her. She ran her hands over the thick sinew of his chest and shoulders, marveling in his gorgeous physique and the power she felt just beneath her palms.
He leaned her back over his arm, one hand on her hip to keep her moving. Then he clamped his lips over a nipple and drew it deep into his mouth.
Denae cried out, her desire causing her blood to heat through her like fire. Running his tongue back and forth over the tiny nub, he pushed her higher, daring her to follow him.